Dragon, Dragon... Badgermole
Iroh was puzzled. When people called him the Dragon of the West, everyone knew they weren't being literal. Of course, the affronted and baffled look on his nephew's draconified face was just a bonus. On the other hand, seeing Toph as a gigantic badger mole sniffing the air was a... different experience. Eventually his attention landed on a small group of three teenagers wearing rather odd cloaks staring up at them. Iroh blinked down at them," Oh, hello there."
The red haired teenager blanched, and said to the black haired young man standing next to him in a harsh whisper, "It talks!"
The young woman growled at him and whispered back fiercely, "Of course it talks, now shut it."
Iroh heard Zuko start growling behind him and realized that if things continued on this course, his nephew would once again spectacularly lose his temper. And that would be bad.
"May I ask who you are?" Iroh chuckled, "I would offer you some tea, but..." He wiggled his fingers at them. Luckily Zuko's growls leveled off into unintelligible grumblings. Toph laughed at the both of them.